Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 033 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 2-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 2-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: The Rain
It was a Wednesday. The students did their daily activities in school. Some were attending Physics class, some were given lessons in English, and some were having Arts class. Link, being a freshman, was learning new things in Basics in Science.
'Man, I hate this I don't get the formula at all!' Link was at the back seat of the class, near the window. He oftentimes glanced outside and could see the elementary students either taking a break or going home with their parents or their guardians.
He felt that he wanted to go out more, and enjoy life. He is enjoying his high school life so far, with so many friends to hang out with, but he wanted to make an escape somehow 'No, I can't skip classes. I'm not that smart to cope up with all my lessons. And, what would my Grandpa think of my grades? Guwaaah I guess I need to put up with this '
As he was glancing outside, he spotted the playground again. This time it was filled with kids and their guardian
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 10-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 10-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 10: A Brighter Day
"Oh, Grandpaaa! I'M HOOOOOOOME~!"
"Welcome home, my grandson!"
The blonde boy in the white polo and dark blue pants rushed to his grandpa Smith who was just busy in his forge.
"So, how's school today?"
"Just fine! I met tons of friends~!" the boy danced around. "Well, I'll be seeing you, grandpa! I've gotta do my assignments~! But wait… I'm kinda hungry…"
"Well, you better get something to eat first. Phew…" Smith stopped forging his sword for a while. "Please tell them to conserve food, okay?"
The boy hummed a tune as he skipped happily to the dining room.
"Back so soon?" a tone came from somewhere near the dining table. The blonde turned to see who it was.
"Oh, Blue! I'm done, now it's YOUR turn!"
"MY turn?! It's Vio's turn! Green, you tell him!"
"Red's right," Green countered Blue who just took a bag of chips from the fridge. "It's YOUR turn tomorrow. Be ready."
"Pffft. FFFFFFFFFine!" the blue youngster growled and looked awa
Skullgirls ReviewSkullgirls Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, I'd like to try something completely different. Instead of pumping my posts full of slight exaggerations, clever commentary or witty analogies, I'd like to present this one in a stark, realistic format. In short, I'm here to give you the facts about the greatest fighting game since Kabuki Warriors! Sh*t! Um... Mulligan? And thus, I present these facts neatly, boldly, and efficiently for your enjoyment! -While most tag fighters feature preset assist attacks that are selected at the beginning of the battle, Skullgirls allows you to use any attack that you can input, allowing for truly limitless strategies when it comes to tag battles. -While most fighters feature tens upon hundreds of fighters that you'll never get around to mastering, Skullgirls has eight distinct characters that have enough depth and complexity to make you keep coming back, but since there are only eight, you can effectively main every character at the same time. -The characters themselves are the most vivid and
That which touches man.WhoThat which touches man.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ephemeral1.Ephemeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up and tear the sun
from the sky like this is a
grade school art project and i
am supposed to share something
worthy of myself-- i think
there is a black hole nestled
betwixt my lonely ribs,
devouring anything alive.
on days like these, my greatest weakness
is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw.
we live by mantras and my ears ring
‘i hate every piece of me’
(he put his head to my chest
and heard me dying;
call me beautiful now)
we are the false ends of sunken
universes, we are pieces of
dead galaxies and you are
stardust, god, you are
i believe that this is all just a dream
by someone with an imagination
bigger than the word “no,” that we
are pawns in a game not worth
remembering, but when i’m with you
i never took kindly to things
that required codependency,
the uncalloused portion
of my frostbitten heart
but god, you are
JongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These FeelingsJongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These Feelings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minho liked sitting right next to Jinki because he wasn't like the others. Jinki doesn't try to start a conversation unless it's necessary. He doesn't try to touch Minho. He doesn't try to sit very closely so that their bodies would touch. He doesn't stare at Minho's face. He doesn't blush or giggle simply by the fact that they're sitting right next to each other. He doesn't pull out his cellphone or camera to try to take pictures at Minho.
"People are beginning to think that you like Jinki because you're always sitting right next to him in every class you have with him, in every bus ride or just simply every chance you get to have to be able to sit right beside him." Key told Minho. "Do you?"
"He's comfortable. He doesn't try hard to get my attention. He's isn't annoying and isn't trying to rape me unlike some. I like sitting right next to you too." Minho
and emptiness is a kind of cagequestions,and emptiness is a kind of cage2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nights under the sky
and the dark feels so small.
like the constellations are nets
that cage and pull you close
while you run the midnight circle;
burning, burning with desire
(it's hard to tell
which is which
so many questions
on the sidewalks,
at the edges of everything;
a cacophony of shame
behind your lips
and you reel,
that echo in the night
and beat with the wind
all hollow inside,
a faltering halt
of an answer that glimmers
in the dark.
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:The Art of Detachment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
coffin of carnal desires)
I am a cry cut short
in the home of the deaf-
I am skin, I am loose
sinew and sincerities mistakenly
stitched to the bones of a crow
and when the night clears I am
nothing but doll eyelashes and
spider legs, [at the end of the day
the two are indistinguishable]
I am nothing
PianoAt night someone plays the piano in my living roomPiano5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song is mournful
And I hate it, the feelings it wakes in me
A stirring hunger
I find myself yearning for something
Nameless, resonating, the music echoes through
The house, like a warm memory
Clinging to the empty hallways
There's a void inside my chest
Resembling the hands
Of another soul
I Spent All My HappinessI spent all my happinessI Spent All My Happiness1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All those years of saving
Are now useless
As I look
At this heart shaped piggy bank
With nothing inside.
I had changed venues
Tried to hide
All my happiness in you
Thinking maybe you wouldn't notice
The few coins
I stored in your smile
Or the bills hidden in each hug
And the fortunes in each kiss.
I spent all my happiness
Thousand by thousand
For each small butterfly
I felt tingle in my being
Till I finally went bankrupt.
I spent all my happiness
Every single drop
Has been given unto you
And I know
Every investment in you
Is completely worth it
As long as
I can still glimpse your smile.
Sometimes..Sometimes things don't work out..Sometimes..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you want to see the sun but
the clouds beat you to it.
Sometimes you want the rain when the sun is
burning you alive.
But the sun burned it all away and now you're
Sometimes you feel like walking to the end of the plank
but when you've but one foot left on the edge
he pulls you back and you remember that you're loved.
Othertimes, there was no love.
No one to hold you, and nothing to anchor your soul to hell.
Sometimes things don't work out.
And sometimes they do.
And sometimes it seems like they will work for the last time
and always will.
Until they just come back and in the heat of desperation, manifest
as your nightmares
and consume you
you're back at square one.
Sometimes you're stronger than othertimes..
and you pull through like you know you always have, and will.
sometimes I think you could do well to know that I'm here too.
And you can always give a little of it to me
It's FunnyIt's funnyIt's Funny3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That no one said
That you where dead
And a demon has entered your skin
That you blame me
For staying the way I'm
When you're supposed to love me for who I'm
When I'm reminded
That the dreams we dreamt together
They will always decay on the ground and make me sick
I have become insane again
I have welcomed the pain again
I have become insane again
And to be honest, I love it
Toy story revolutionWound up like a wind-up toyToy story revolution2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I march out, my mission is to destroy
your fragile illusions of how the world should be.
In the end it's a question of insanity.
Strung up like a puppet on strings
I will show you the world and all the things
that you miss in your blissful ignorance.
At some point it will all make sense.
Tick tock, you're on the clock
There's only one solution.
Clock, work, move, jerk
It's time for a revolution!
Like a toy-soldier you are standing tall
Compared to the world you are just so small
Pointing your gun at the unseen enemy.
Have you got what it takes to be free?
Discarded and patched like an old rag-doll
lying in a bed will soften the fall
Feebly reaching for the hugs you once got
replaced and embraced by a shiny new robot
Tick tock, you're on the clock
There's only one solution.
Clock, work, move, jerk
It's time for a revolution!
Dancing on the spot like a music-box dancer
The same melody in your head like cancer
The world whirls around though you are standing sti
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?
And that I still don’t hate you, even now?
There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung—
to sink, so like an opened blouse colored by brine, my hope
finds refuge at the highest point, and lays itself unlocked
on barren sand to fade, suffuse with light, the way all things
in the desert turn finally, achingly white.
fishermanI am a fisherman-fisherman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all roaring waves
and rush of sea salt
beating seagull wings
and a tongue carved from
My hands break levees
and my breath births dams
the taste of chilly morns
still melt on the roof of my
mouth like I never wished
for anything besides the smack
of sodden rubber boots and
the scars from entangled
hunks of ivory nets
the sea has not
forgotten my voice-
I can hear them
when the wooden floorboards
crackle like hurricane bruises
from water laden saunters
through land sunk libraries
it has been a forever
since I held a dream
caught between my fingertips
and the gentle rock of a
boat and foamy froth on
but this new trip I have embarked upon
carries more clanking hooks
than screeching sinkers
yet- my line has not changed-
I am a fisherman and the sea
forget who its children are.
the psychology of a high school fuck-upwhen i was a little girl my parents would tell methe psychology of a high school fuck-up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world is like a weight to your shoulders, and you shouldn't
grow up too quick, because it might break you tall
into the stone of the sidewalk, a ghost into your clothes,
a being with sordid backbones and shattered kneecaps-
but numbers are only derivatives to all the broken anapests:
like high school led pencils and spots all the cool kids
would sink into the soil like pot and get high under the smog
of broken shoulders.
i, too, am physically broken
by the glamour of all those little girls
who grew up to be all the pretty princesses they wanted,
complete with those pink ruffled dresses, heels that
prop their ankles from the ground and dolls
they would keep on their lap,
my shoulders, too, are broken
like every other little kid
under the weight of tiny cranes and buzzing bees,
the organs between my legs-
like every other kid
who was five when she climbed under her father's shed
to find the broken talisman
she now finds under h
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,Suicide and Rebirth1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
The Problem with OmnipresenceGod went to the optometristThe Problem with Omnipresence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because His eyes were full of graveyards
and tombstone-shaped cataracts
clouding His vision.
Sometime around the eleventh
century, the lush green iris of His
eyes had faded to the color
of peeled paint; then, over the decades to
The eye doctor couldn’t find
anything wrong, but he prescribed
a pair of bifocals to make Him
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Murdoc's Fractured Stories. SuccubusMurdoc's Fractured Stories. Succubus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Murdoc : Insomnia? Both of you?
Kurt was sitting on his bed, covered himself in a blanket while Vince was standing beside him, holding a pillow. They were on Kurt's room.
Vince : Yes, maybe you will helped us with your bedtime story? I heard you often do it with 2D
Murdoc : I see your point, but why Stretch too? How come you develop an insomnia?
Kurt : Probably because I was tired? Anyway, I never had a bedtime story before
Vince : Same here
Murdoc : *smirk* I got one story in mind, I'm sure you all will like it
Vince leapt and sat beside Kurt, pillow still on his chest. Eager to hear it.
Murdoc : Okay, there was this demon called S-, err.. I forgot
Vince : You were forgot? Or..
Murdoc : Never mind, let's say.. There was a man, like me. Who good with ladies..and like me. This man was really tired after a long day of work being a famous bassist, uh.. I mean..
Kurt : Okay okay.. We get it
Murdoc : He finished his meal, shower and blah..blah.. Anyway, he's going to sleep. But when the clo
Midred is 19 Years Old, Oh and A Cat.She has the oldMidred is 19 Years Old, Oh and A Cat.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fur getting old,
falling off the bone.
Sleeping twenty hours
food dish barely touched.
Mildred was an old star,
I can feel it in her bones.
The way her eyes still shine,
the way she reacts.
you will never be adopted.
No matter how many times I tell you,
"I love you."
You've never been out of a
five inch cage.
Mildred, when you bite,
you can't break skin.
When you lick,
your tongue turns to dust.
there is something special about you.
The green and golden sparkles,
in lively eyes.
The way you wait for me.
When I walk in,
and rumble low,
like my air conditioner.
You don't have much longer.
I wrote this,
because I love you.